Random thoughts of post Halloween madness:
The sweet-smell haze of cherry cigar hangs deftly in the faint autumn air tonight, the day after. Air stilled and unloved by some poor fools, and Yet is. Simple immediate beauty, smoke rising toward Jupiter and the splinter Moon, she lights my step. Memories, daydreams, now; all same, all true, real.
Wisdom of the day: Swim in your unheated backyard pool in November whenever possible. Man! We are on year 3. Youngling said something that ringed true, "Things seem to live longer around here." And he's right. Pool way outlasted peer pools, and latex baloon on 3rd week! No way! Hermit crab feigns death once again, this thing is like 4+ years old; plus need to water the cute little bugger after dishes are done tonight, plants too.
"Okay, suck in your hips," great thing to say when you find yourself part of a group picture, especially when ladies are present, works better than "cheese."
I'm addicted to my book now and hate it, and my fantasy cuddling of the moment is this guy at work... We look at each other like aliens, quisitive and No Way, but I need some sex and cuddling, so we'll see.
Time to watch Borat for the first time and just lovingly deal with life.
Mox
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